I am a cat, I am a heartthrob in an escape game

"Mr. Chung, if I stumble with you again in the future, I swear I won't believe it."

Mr. Chung lay on his back on the sofa he had bought with huge sums of money, put on a look of indifference, and said, "It's up to you."

The man's long legs changed positions and overlapped, twisted his waist twice, found a more comfortable position on the sofa, and added lazily, "Then what's your last name?"

Seeing his death, Wang Shilin didn't want to take another look at him, so he rang the bell in the waiting room cursingly, "You don't care, I'll leave as soon as I get on the next subway!"

"Pfft."

When the subway arrived at the station, as soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with a whole piece of cream cake right in the middle of his face.

It's still the most old-fashioned, fruit-filled sandwich pudding cream cake.

"Happy birthday!!!"

Four teenagers of different heights ran down one after another from the subway, and the last one was holding the base of the cake in his hand, cheering excitedly around Wang Shilin like showing off his might.

Chen Jiahuan was the only girl among the group of children. She was holding a tablet in her arms, and a boy's face was projected on the tablet.

In the camera, the boy is sitting on a hospital bed, most of his body is wrapped in gauze, and he has stitches on the bridge of his nose. The thick gauze is wrapped so heavily that he can hardly see his eyes, water is hanging from his hands, and there are mountains of chatterboxes on the head of the bed. Lilies of condolence, whose owners apparently don't even look at them.

"Irene," Chen Jiahuan asked, "Isn't Mr. Chung a tall and handsome guy?"

As she spoke, she looked Wang Shilin up and down, and raised an eyebrow, "Why do I feel like I failed?"

Wang Shilin stiffly wiped off the cream on his eyes, the cream slid down his cheeks to his chin, and hit the ground with a "slap".

"You can call me ugly, but you can't praise Junjun!!! I beg you!!!"

Hearing this "rebellious official and thief" being praised by others is more uncomfortable than killing him!
The chaos on the first floor of the subway station alarmed Ming Ming who was taking a nap in the room on the second floor. When he looked up, he saw that [Gaming] on the electronic screen had changed to [Free] (logged out), and he didn’t even bother to put on his shoes. went downstairs.

As a result, as soon as he got downstairs, he witnessed a stranger being "sieged" with cakes by Irene's [Disabled Generals] team.

Wang Shilin's light golden curly hair was stained with sticky cake crumbs, hanging on his forehead in embarrassment, and the half-frame glasses were also covered with cake sandwiches. He took off his glasses, rubbed them vigorously with the corner of his shirt twice, Put it back on the bridge of your nose.

Then, he caught the cake shell with his face again.

Chung Jun appeared faintly from behind them, "If you want to fight, go outside, don't stay in my transit station, and"

He pointed to the "safety in and out" carpet under Wang Shilin's feet, "This carpet is very expensive, I'm afraid you won't be able to afford it."

Wang Shilin: "Go away, sir! You should tell them not to beat me!"

From the corner of his eyes, Chung Jun noticed Mingming standing on the last few stairs. The boy put on the red sweater he had hung in the closet, and put on his school uniform jacket. His face was flushed with excitement, and he gritted his teeth. Suppressed crying and looked at him.

However, Mr. Chung's subconscious words were a bit distasteful, "Mingming, your face looks like a monkey's butt."

Ming Ming and Wang Shilin were stunned at the same time, until Wang Shilin burst into laughter.

Mingming turned his head and walked upstairs, shouting as he walked, "It's unnecessary to be moved, Mr. Chung, I hate you!"

"Wait, it turns out that you are Chunjun!"

Chen Jiahuan came to her senses, hugged the tablet and screamed, "You look exactly like the one on the live broadcast! I want your autograph!"

"Jia Huan, stop shaking," Irene finally peeled off the gauze covering her eyes, and yelled on the tablet, "Who's a good guy who still looks beautiful when he's live streaming!"

Wang Shilin finally broke free from the siege of the other three little devils, panting with his hips crossed, "I said, should you apologize to me? I told you that you admitted the wrong person."

Behind him is a young man with a ponytail, his game name is Quail Jiujiu, and he is still holding a lump of butter that has not been thrown out. I saw him gesturing a parabola that is facing the Lord Chung, and then came to the Lord. One sentence, "Oh, Mr. Chung, happy birthday."

Mr. Chung scratched his head, raised his hand and punched the tablet screen, "Hey, I didn't say today is my birthday, did I?"

Irene sat up straight and turned to the camera, "Please, you hang such a big promotional sign at the entrance of the subway station, do you think I'm blind? If it wasn't for the fact that Brother Zhang and I didn't know each other, I would I'm not here to bring you a cake!"

Wang Shilin: Thank you, it was delivered to my face.

Mr. Chung: "What signboard?"

As she spoke, Erin took out her phone, swiped twice and found a photo.

Outside the subway transfer station, at the entrance connected to the game square, a giant LED fluorescent board is hung near the ceiling, surrounded by colorful lights, and the board reads "Happy Birthday to me".

The twinkling and twinkling lights are matched with the silver-white gate of the subway station, which makes people feel uneasy to take a second look.

Mr. Chung looked at it for a long time, and he always felt that the colored lantern looked familiar.

"Ming Ming."

"Hey!" The man upstairs answered quickly.

Wang Shilin glanced at the photo and commented, "You must be sick, this man has made the subway station a mess."

"This person is not your opponent, come to retaliate against you!"

"Who are you talking about!" Mingming poked his head out from the corner of the stairs, "I haven't asked where you came from, and what are you doing in our transfer station!"

Both of them are rare protectors when it comes to treating Mr. Chung.

Chen Jiahuan: The relationship between these three people is very strange.

Chung Jun pulled Wang Shilin over to save the two high school students from fighting, and asked, "Ming Ming, aren't you poor? Where did you get the money to buy fluorescent panels?"

"I sold the Wusan and Xueba notes you bought for me. I don't read that kind of stuff."

Wang Shilin:?

Don't give it to me, my TM!

"Has Qiudie not come back yet?" Mr. Chung asked, after all, Qiudie has not had a walkie-talkie to contact him until now.

Chen Jiahuan's big eyes rolled around, "The dungeon should be over. When we came, we saw that the 107 sculpture was sent for maintenance. It is impossible for players to stay in it."

Mingming opened the panel, looked at the team's news interface and said, "Sister Qiudie, she went to reality, and said that something happened at home."

"However," Ming Ming said with a smile, "For the sake of you looking for her to recruit me to the team, I can tell you her address."

Chung Jun: I didn't want to poach you to join the team.
Wang Shilin and Chen Jiahuan said in unison, "I'm a fucking stalker!"

"No!" Mingming frantically waved his hands to excuse himself, "It was once that her younger brother logged into her game account and triggered a location by mistake. Fortunately, I have administrator privileges, so I withdrew the message."

"Her brother?" Chung Jun's voice was deep.

"Yes, sister Qiudie changed the login password a lot later, but she is a high-achieving student, remember, she always goes online behind her brother's back to help me with my homework."

For some reason, Mingming's expression turned cold, he curled his lips, and suddenly remembered Qiudie's taboo about rumors about her family affairs, and realized that she had said too much.

"Send me the address," Mr. Chung patted Zhang Quanrui's shoulder who had just come out of the back room, "I'll pick her up, is there any transportation available?"

Zhang Quanrui didn't wake up, "Isn't your doorstep the subway?"

Mr. Chung: .
Zhang Quanrui stopped teasing him, and then rummaged through the panel for a while, "Is [automated motorcycle] going to work?"

Irene on the tablet suddenly said, "Brother Zhang, are you okay, why do you look so weak?"

It stands to reason that the transfer station is like a spring and a gas station. Even if the player suffers multiple injuries in the dungeon, as long as he can log out of the dungeon, all the assignments of the blood bar in the transfer station can be restored.

However, Zhang Quanrui's lips turned purple, and his eyes were darker than ever before.

[System Warning: It is detected that the core desire of player Zhang Quanrui has changed, and the game is in a state of impulsive shock, please pay attention in time! 】

Zhang Quanrui hid his almost transparent right hand behind his back, and silently used the silent prop [Invitation Letter from Utopia].

【Raphael Hisslar sailed to a strange land and foreign country "Utopia", where all living beings are equal】

[A place that should never exist, turns out to be a "country based entirely on fantasy"]

[In this country, you can speak freely, and no voice will be heard by other players! 】

[Player Zhang Quanrui minimized the range of mute, you can only isolate the sound of your own system now! 】

Zhang Quanrui shook his head, comforted Irene and said, "I'm fine, but my physical strength hasn't recovered yet, I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

Just like Chung Jun said to him.

Get a good night's sleep.

"You can sleep in Mingming's room as you like." Chung Jun said, after confirming the assembly of the [automated motorcycle] on the panel, he went out.

"Brother Chung, you are not allowed to avenge yourself publicly!"

Hearing Ming Ming's shout, Mr. Chung turned around and pointed in the direction of the panel, then gave the boy a thumbs up.

The ground of the transfer station surged under his feet like fish scales. The sparkling silvery white reflected the white cold light in the subway station, coming from all directions, even the ceiling as far as the eye could see was mixed with the same frequency. The wave swallowed Chung Jun's figure away.

Mingming watched him leave the game, and opened the inventory in doubt.

I saw a pair of meniscus knives in the weapon column of the item column. The golden silk thread drew diamond-shaped lines on them.

Happy birthday, Mingming.

Sincerely, Brother Chung.

The second watch is coming!

I still like to write scenes where everyone is having fun, woo woo woo

I guarantee that the hero and heroine will meet tomorrow!Believe me it can be sweet!
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